Wednesday, June 21, 2006

got game, got no game face.

looking at these pictures, it seems like i got my game face during the tail end of a clearance sale: "ALL GAME FACES MUST GO!"
"GET THEM WHILE YOU CAN! GOOD WHILE SUPPLY LASTS!"
when that happens, this is what you get.

if you find a picture that does me justice, tell me. i've been to the site several times and my face still looks the same, dammit.

Friday, June 16, 2006

can you see what i'm trying to say?

[29V06]
what
cannot
be
touched
can
be
limned
with
words

Monday, June 12, 2006

eep!

i caught a typo in a previous post and almost died.
it's the absolute worst when you're all serious and shit and you make a boo-boo.
"oh, look at me, i'm deep."
"oh, look at you, you've got a typo."

kinda reminds me of that time i was arguing with moe.
tempers were flaring, voices were octaves higher; at a critical point, i became ungrammatical.
grammar trumped logic-- he won that one.

so, i was sitting in the garden, right? and...

eucalyptus I
[06XII06]

without its leaves, the eucalyptus tree
in our garden becomes an accusing
finger rising from the ground--
a silent, static gesture that blames
the sky for its nakedness

around it, other trees whisper of
its vulnerability and pity its voicelessness
and lost knowledge of dance

the wind and birds don’t recognize
the eucalyptus unclothed
and above, the clouds race past
unwilling to get caught in its
still, bone-bare branches
___

eucalyptus II
[06XII06]

a white finger
pointing at the stars
graceful and long
unencumbered by modesty

or a paralyzed paintbrush
held upright and firm by the earth
with the paper sky doing all the work
for the uninspired artist

Saturday, June 03, 2006

xandra, this is what my murmur meant.

the sea will change you, she said.
all i could do was murmur my assent.

i have learned that some things are better read than heard.
for example,
winning is the wild, fierce joy of a raptor flying.

murmuring has no place here. so let us begin again.
the sea will change you, she said.
i offer a stone as a reply. one that is shiny, black, and smooth after years spent in the water.
yes, the sea will change you.
flesh is more pliant than stone, softer,
more susceptible to the dulcet songs of the ocean.
consider how quickly we allow the waves to dictate the movement our bodies.
we float and we are carried away.
consider how quickly we glow after imbibing in the sun. we are mutable.

but before we talk of the ocean, we must speak of the trip--

on the way
[27V06]

the sky closes her eyes
and clouds darken
behind her lids
tears will fall
and night will follow
___

there
[28V06]

sleep
face up, sheathed in warm liquid
and rock to a basso profundo
soundtrack

dream
underneath the
waves,
and see serpentine sunlight
chase each other on the sand

wake
to the pulsating pink
heart of the world
that reveals
itself at dawn
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